Keeping the Little Boy in My Heart


When I was a kid, one of the things I liked beyond shadow of a doubt–and still like–to play with is a toy car. The irresistible attraction of those minuscule cars remained intact up to this time.

2001 Mini Cooper

2001 Mini Cooper

Looking back at how I envied my playmates who had plenty of toy cars, I can’t help but pity myself for failing to demand the things I wanted as a kid from my struggling parents. The reason was, toys are but nonessential items for families like us who are financially challenged. The wasak-wasak (our patois for the word “donated”) playthings from our well-off relatives complemented the yearning. At a very young age, I had already digested the struggles visible in our day-to-day life as holding device for my then petty demands. I learned how to bottle up the envy I had for my classmates and playmates who had a good supply of those stuff. Asking for a new toy from my parents was tantamount to insulting them. In spite of this unfortunate situation, I am proud that we were in that position back in the days because I would not have fully comprehended the meanings of contentment and blessing now.

The penchant I have for these liliputian cars went into hibernation for quite sometime till the day I received my first paycheck six years ago. I passed by this store selling toys on my way home and upon seeing this red car displayed on its entrance as part of their “on sale” items, my feet were instantly magnetized. I could not hide how marveled I was while holding and examining the little car. I transformed into a little boy instantly as I was caressing the every part of this Chevrolet Corvette ZR-1. The state of yearning that wounded my childhood suddenly turned into a state of bliss as I approached the cashier’s desk. That was the time I started collecting toy cars, sporadically.

My First Car: 1993 Chevrolet Corvette ZR-1

1993 Chevrolet Corvette ZR-1

After three years, I had 71 toy cars in my special booth (where I parked them) at home. I had stopped pumping the number because of financial constraints since I reached that total. Eighty percent of these cars were from my purse and the remaining twenty came from my officemates and wife. To date, I would still have a total of 71 if only my playmate was older enough to understand my sentiment towards preserving these cars.

Then my little boy who reached the age of two last year, stole the scene.

“H’m. My Pap’s cars are a lot better than this.”

On the 16th day of October last year, three days days after my son’s birthday and after repeated arguments with my wife on whether or not I should share my precious hot wheels with my son who’s been begging to touch them, I decided to give in under two conditions: I will only share the inexpensive ones (below P100) to my son and my wife should watch over him as he plays with them–for the hope of preservation. For the record, I already gave countless inexpensive cars to him since he started showing interest in these pretty little cars. The problem is, each time he gets bored with his stuff, he will use his howling superpowers to have me succumb to his supplication. That is, to let him play with my nicer, more expensive cars. I didn’t give in that easy of course. I had three justifications for doing that. First, the cars are apt for three years old and above. Second, I couldn’t bear the thought of watching my precious cars dilapidated by his innocent hands.  The last is, I will only give my little boy’s divvy when he reach the age of three which is just three months from now. TRUST ME WHEN I SAY, THERE’S MORE TO THIS SENTIMENT THAN ANYBODY COULD GRASP. Then again, I completely know how he feels whenever he tries to supplicate for my cars so I did what I think was favorable for him.

“Papa, can I have one of your nice cars? Please …”

I thought my condition was clear to my wife. A week ago, I found out that 40 cars were already bated from the total of my four-by-fours when I checked on their booth. That’s nine months since I let my son enjoy the cars. I was bolt from the blue when I saw the gaps indicating the subtraction that took place. The pestering thing was my wife excluded nothing from my collection. By inspecting each of the cars revealed little and big cracks and scratches. Looking at these defacements, especially on my set of luxury cars, smashed my heart.

So right after cogitating on what happened, I decided to keep the 31 cars left for myself (or I’m going to experience wailing for these pretty little cars again like before). My son had enough of those anyway. In exchange for the selfishness, I assured him that I’ll buy an expensive toy car on his third birthday this October.

To ensure that my special toys are protected from now on, I asked Spiderman, Ironman, and The Green Lantern to keep an eye on possible burglars. Hehe …

I want the cars I hid in these three boxes to be displayed on a special spot in our house, soon. This explains the selfishness of keeping the little boy in my heart.

Here is the list of what’s left on the booth and on the very long list I once had:

1. 1993 Chevrolet Corvette ZR-1

2. 2001 Mini Cooper

3. The Battery Operated Racing Car from our Department Head who really touched my heart with the note she pasted on her gift to me last Christmas.

Dear Sony, “May the little boy in you remain in your heart always …”

4. Porsche Carrera GT-2000

5. Lamborghini Murcielago-2003

6. Porsche 911 GT2

7. Aston Martin DB9

8. 2009 Nissan GT-R

9. 2009 Nissan Skyline GT-R R34

10. 1969 Ford Torrino Talledaga

11. Custom 1964 Galaxie

12. 1964 Impala TM GM

13. Urban Agen A46 Cabbin Fever (2000)

14. Prototype H-24

15. Yellow Fire Eater (1976)

16. Type 3 Racing Car

17. 4 CV Barquette Des Records Vernet-Pairard (1952)

18. 4CV Berlin Type R 1063 (1953)

19. 4CV Affaires (1954)

20. Road Champ Car

21. The Eleven “Microscopic” Cars

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12 thoughts on “Keeping the Little Boy in My Heart

  1. hehehe nice collection Sony I didn’t know that apart from being an Instructor and a climber You’re a Toy car collector too..I just don’t know if you’re a Good Dad that you hamper your son so you could ensure your collectibles in a nice condition..hehehe..just joking Sony I knew you’re a good Dad..I just hope that you will buy your Son a gift(toy cars) as you have promised.He can start collecting as early as now and cherished it like you..Like father like son..

    you’re not alone anyway,May the little boy in you remain in your heart always hehehe..

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  3. I enjoyed reading your blog. It is quite the story and I know for a fact that you are not the only man who collects small cars. There are huge collectors in the US with a passion for the itsy bitsy cars and I have a few in my home, especially designed and made…and signed as if he was a collector…and signed by the designer of the toy cars.
    Keep the little boy in your heart and soul and keep your collection. Even the worn and scratched cars would be a fond memory for you and your son when he grows up and has a child of his own. You can help your son build a collection of beaten up little cars, just as precious to him…and when he is older he will appreciate your collection.
    ☮ Siggi in Downeast Maine

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    • You made my day today, siggiofmaine, and I couldn’t thank you more. I am convivial that another blogger supported that issue of keeping the little boy in my heart.

      Thank you again for the piece of advice – on keeping the worn and scratched cars as well. I will sure do that and I also believe that this will create another beautiful story in the future. I owe you on that …

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  4. Hi Tito Sony (I hope u don’t mind me calling u tito), U have very cool cars!!!! We’ll of course your son does not know yet the value of your cars, and so I fully understand him. I have destroyed a lot of toys too, and not once that I got scolded for having wrecked the cars my dad bought for me. My dada share a similar story like yours – having frustrations over toys as a kid, and overcomed it when he started earning, by buying toy cars for himself. And when I came out, he shared all his toys to me. Thanks for sharing your story! And thanks for dropping by my site 🙂

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    • I don’t, Iñigo. I’d be glad to have you call me that way. Thank you too for taking time to share your thoughts here and for letting me know that your dad love toy cars too. The only difference is that I am selfish and he is not 🙂 I must say you are fortunate for having a father like your dad. So, Iñigo, avoid making them angry by following their orders, OKAY? Remember that whatever they forbid you to do contributes to your growth towards being a responsible citizen of the future. The country needs responsible citizens now more than ever. Keep that in mind.

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  5. I just went to our Church’s Bazaar fund raising yesterday. There were a lot a vintage toy cars, If only you live close by a could have bought you a present or two. You are like my son , he is crazy about cars, although recently he is even crazier over legos and star wars. We were already home and he begged to go back. I was tired after a 12 hour shift but I decided to give in. I’m glad that I did because we had a great time. He was lucky to get a collectible star wars space ship for $10 that our parish priest owned. He was so happy. He also got some star wars card and DVD. When I look at your son’s picture, he reminds me of my boy at that age. Just like you I grew up not having the luxury of those toys. I usually get one only during Christmas or Birthdays but now my son can have what I missed in childhood. And yes, I get to relive them again through him. You are a great dad and husband. God sees that and he will bless you with the a lot of blessings in life. Bro, thanks for sharing and the comments. Best wishes to your family.

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    • I felt so comforted by your comment, Bro. My son may be lucky that he’s not experiencing the kind of childhood I had experienced, but I am luckier for fate to give that frustration. I wouldn’t be as optimistic as I am if the case were the opposite. So to avoid my fear of turning my son into a spoiled brat, I see to it that at times, I should let him experience not getting things he really wanted THAT EASY. He needs to understand that life aint easy and that he should put efforts first before getting the things he want. The process pains me yet I am sure that it’s for the greater good.

      Have a beautiful day. That also goes out to your family.

      p.s.

      I would have jumped for joy if you would have handed me that vintage toy car. Hehe … Tell your son I envy him.

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